And, I'm spent.

Day Seven.

# of Home Depot/Lowes trips: 17
# of tools purchased: 4
# of tools returned: 2
# of cabinets installed: errr, all of them?
# of base cabinets without a decent stud: 2
# of hours we spent cursing the lack of studs: 1.5
# of people that called me today: 17
# of hours we spent at the pub b/c we just couldn't take it anymore: 2
# of times we've cooked, boiled water, fried and grilled on the BBQ: 15

All in all, a good day. The countertop peeps are due anytime before 7pm. We start on the floor tonight/tomorrow morning.

That's all I got. Peace Out.

Drive-by post #2: Day, err, Five?

# of trips to Home Depot: 10, with #11 planned for early AM
# of 3/32th drill bits lost to evil 1970s framing studs: 2
# of wall cabinets on the wall: 8
# of wall cabinets to be shimmed, leveled, attached to each other: 8
# of wall cabinets that did not have a stud anywhere close to them: 3
# of screws that the screw head snapped the feck off in the wood: 1
# of base cabinets installed: 0
# of days until the countertop peeps come: 3
# of times the word "motherassshitterooooh" was spoken: 346
# of extremely pissed off beagles: 2
# of times I've showered in the past 4.75 days: 6
# of times I've washed my hair in that same time: 2
# of days until the movie " The Day After Tomorrow" comes true: 8-10. It was 66 at the Creative HQ today. It was 109 on Saturday. Can someone explain this?

Over and out.

Drive-by post... Day Four.

Home Depot Trip Count: 9
Wall Cabinets Up: 4
Wall Cabinets Left: 4
Days till the countertop people come to map the base cabinets: 4
Base Cabinets installed: 0
Clients that need projects finished: 2
Clients that called me yesterday: 4
Printers with jobs pending: 2
Meetings scheduled this week with clients: 3
Strongbow consumed: 25

Oye.

Update, 3:39 PM: Strongbow is a cider. A hard cider that's easy going down.

The peanut butter is in the garage.

Hubby and I are renovating our kitchen this week. Thus, the PB is in the garage, with the graham crackers, pastas, oven, table and microwave. We are on Day 2 and so far we've only been to Home Depot two times and Lowes two times. I had us pegged at 65 visits to the home improvement meccas, so we are doing good. Yesterday I removed tile from the former backsplash. Oye. The banging. The fine art of dry wall repair. The mud. The joy. Have I ever mentioned that the liquor store is closed on Sundays in Colorado? (Yes, Kate! It's true.) All of them. This makes for a long day without me Strongbow. Arrr.

Not sure where the "arrr" came from. It just felt right.

Also during Demo Day, hubby and our construction bitch, Spider, took down all the pretty 1976 cabinets and chucked them out the backdoor. I tried to give them away to charity, but they never called me back. Was it something I said? Hmm. Spider shows up every time we have a major home improvement project. Usually he's helpful. We don't know why he comes, he just does.

To recap:
109 degree weather. Check!
1976 original kitchen. Check!
Beagles rolling in the paint. Check!
13 cabinets in the garage. Check!
Old cabinets in the backyard. Check!
400 s.f. of flooring, in the previously mentioned garage. Check!
Crappy old floor on the deck. Check!
10 days to complete said project. err, check?

It is supposed to "cool" down to the high 80s and 90s this week. Yay! We got some humidity this afternoon, right on time for slapping some paint on the wall. Humidity and paint don't get along well. They snarl at each other in the hallway between classes. Sometimes one of them will throw down, and the spackle, blue tape and rollers will sit there egging them on. No one wins when this happens. It never ends well.

Have I mentioned that the liquor stores are not open on Sunday?

Tomorrow is Day 3. Judgment Day. We will install the wall cabinets. Or we will try. First we will go to Home Depot. Just 'cus we missed it and wanted to spend another $22,000. Right now we are resting in between coats of paint. What the hell?! I can not wait 4 hours between coats of paint. I've got to call someone about this. Maybe I'll write a letter.

Did I mention the liquor stores are closed on Sunday?

Oh, QuickBooks, why do you mock me so?

QuickBooks. I love thee. Most of the time. Usually I love thee when you say I have money. But now I have an overpayment and you won't let me apply credits to more than one invoice. Oh the insanity! Back and forth I go, trying to apply credits to two invoices. When one is applied, I cheer, then notice that the other is now showing as outstanding. Why? Why! And all the while you sit there, mocking me, with that sneer on your face. You stair-stepping gold plated trickster, you. Your electronic help is unhelpful. I search in vain through the instructions. Do you see what you have driven me to?!? Reading the instructions! Fa. I say. Fa.

P.S. Sweet Rhino Sneezes, It's hot. I'm so happy to be back from the Mid-West and 150% humidity. Back to dry and flat hair. Back to 102 degrees... wha? Ewww.

P.P.S.I've got little else to comment on, with a combo of heat and QB, my brain has lost it's ability to banter about witty commentary.

P.P.P.S. Yes, those of you quick clickers may have noticed that I changed my post. I must avoid two posts in one day at all costs. Yes. I must.

Better now.

I made a decision to let something go, to not pursue it because it would not be a good path for me to take. It was a hard choice, but I think in the end it will work out. I have a board of advisors that I trust with my business quagmires. I talked with each of them and they all confirmed what you all commented in the previous post. It's hard to make these decisions, but once you do, it's seems so silly that you fretted over them.

But I'm at peace with myself now. For today. Or this morning. Let's see what tomorrow brings.

I'll be out of town the rest of the week. So no posts for you. My lovely IRL and blog friends will have to suffer without me for a few days.

In the mean time, a poem for one of my favorite lurkers:

Dear Mix Master Snow-D,
You like to drink and dance,
Thank you for being my lurker,
Clean off your desk,
It's such a mess,
Have a cocktail,
And pay your invoice, please.

So it doesn't rhyme. Ain't that a bitch.

Gurglely Guts.

Do you ever get that feeling in your gut that something is just not right? Like when you're talking to someone and everything they say makes you uneasy? Ever get that feeling that sends tingles to your brain, which then screams at you, "Walk away. NOW."? Yeah. Me too. I'm learning through experience that gut feelings are 99.99% accurate. The question becomes, do you walk away or ignore the feeling and wait for the fallout?

I feel like walking away.

Sorry to be so mysterious. I'm just working things out here.

For you, dear readers...

A bit of patriotic cheer, plus one more pic from my beagle extravaganza, aka the coolest. event. ever. It's also to counter-act the dog photo blitz that a certain greyhound person started. This is the gauntlet. It is officially thrown down. Fa!

Aaaaannd, I've reached pseudo-Rock Star status, as one of my darling six readers has prompted me via telephone to update my blog. Even though I have been very busy with very important things that very important people have been known to do at very important events, this is for you. You know who you are.

I may have to amend my readership to dear seven readers. But six has less letters to type, and I am anything if not an ocd/bi-polar/overachieving/lethargic/couch potato these days, so it's a tough decision.

Ohh, ohhh, and ohhh! I had my aforementioned fashionista consultation, whereby she dressed me in grown up clothes that are sort of guaranteed to make me look like a strong confident woman, and all that shite. I'd post pictures, but then someone else would have to be around when I'm wearing them. And operate the camera. And we just can't promise anything. Remind me when I'm wearing one of them schmancy new outfits. K?

One last beagle pic, for the record. Fa!